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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.