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 France 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.