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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
ABC,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.