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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.