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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.