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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.