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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.