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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.