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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
June of 44,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.