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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.