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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Lalann,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.