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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.