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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.