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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.