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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.