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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.