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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.