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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.