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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Monks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.