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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.