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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.