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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.