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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Index,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.