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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.