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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.