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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.