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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.