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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Can,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.