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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.