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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.