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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.