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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.