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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.