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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.