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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.