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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.