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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.