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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.