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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.