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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Can,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.