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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.