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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 United States of America,
Pole,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.