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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.