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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.