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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Index,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
June Days,
Slave,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.