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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Scion,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.