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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.