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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.