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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.