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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.