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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.