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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.