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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.