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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.