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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.