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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.