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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.