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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.