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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.