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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
PIL,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.