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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.