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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.