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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
The Names,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.