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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.