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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.