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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.