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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.