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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.