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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Sonics to the disco 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.