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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.