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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.