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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.