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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.