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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.