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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
X-102,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.