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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.