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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.