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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
UT,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.