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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Visage to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Monks,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
DNA,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.