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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.