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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.