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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Motorama to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.