Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.