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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.