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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.