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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.