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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
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.