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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
UT,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.