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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.