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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.