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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.