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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.