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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.