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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Neu!,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.