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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.