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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.