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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
June Days,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.