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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.