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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.