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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.