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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
10cc,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.