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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.