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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.