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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.