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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.