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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.