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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Television,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.