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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.