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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Fear,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.