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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Darondo to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.