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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.