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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.