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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.