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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Technova,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.