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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
June of 44,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.