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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.