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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.