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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.