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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.