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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Crime,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.