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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 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 PIL to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves 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?
Erasure,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.