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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Neu!,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.