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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.