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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.