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 North 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Gong,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.