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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.