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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.