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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.