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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.