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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.