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 Bolivia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.