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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.