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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.