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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.