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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.