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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.