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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.