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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.