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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
The Names,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.