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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.