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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.