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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jandek 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.