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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.