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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.