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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Mars,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.