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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.