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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.