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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Slave,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Cure,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.