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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.