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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.