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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.