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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.