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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.