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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Rakim,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.