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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.