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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.