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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.