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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.