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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.