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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.