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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.