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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Television,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.