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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.