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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.