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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.