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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.