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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.