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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.