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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Monks to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.