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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.