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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Japan,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.