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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.