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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.