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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.