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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Slave 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Symarip,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.