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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Move,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Zapp,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.