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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.