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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.