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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.