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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.