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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.