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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.