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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.