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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.