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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
UT,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.