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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.