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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.