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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.