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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.