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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.