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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
UT,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.