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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.