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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.