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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.