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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.