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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.