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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.