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 Yemen and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.