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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.