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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.