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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Television,
Ossler,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.