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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.