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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
MC5,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.