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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.