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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.