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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.