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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.