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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.