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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.