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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.