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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Vainqueur to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.