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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.