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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.