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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
AZ,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.