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 India and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.