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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.