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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Smog,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.