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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.