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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.