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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.