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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.