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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.