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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.