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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.