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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.