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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
ABBA,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.