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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.