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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
JFA,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.