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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Index,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.