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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.