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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.