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 Yemen 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Chrome,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.