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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Ossler,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.