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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.