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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.