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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June Days to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.