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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.