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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.