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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.