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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.