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 Russia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.