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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.