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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.