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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jandek to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.