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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
cv313,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.