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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
New Order,
the Association,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Scientists,
AZ,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.