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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.