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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Names,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Kayak,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.