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 New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.