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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.