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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.