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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.