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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.