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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Brick,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.