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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.