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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.