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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
MDC,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.