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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Rakim,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.