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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Fluxion 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.