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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
UT,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.