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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.