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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.