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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
ABC,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.