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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.