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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.