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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.