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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.