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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.