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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.