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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.