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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.