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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
The Names,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.