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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.