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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.