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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.