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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.