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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Visage,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.