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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Monks,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.