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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.