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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.