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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.