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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.