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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.