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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.