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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.