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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.