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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.