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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Japan,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.