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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.