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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Smog,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.