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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Crime,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.