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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.