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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Ten City,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.