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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Monks to the techno 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.