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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
X-101,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.