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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.