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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Monks,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Magma,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.