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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.