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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.