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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.