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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.