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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.