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 Spain and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.