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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.