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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Crime,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.