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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.