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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ludus 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.