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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.