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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.