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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.