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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.