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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Nas,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.