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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.