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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.