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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.