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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.