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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Brick,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.