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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.