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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Fear,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.