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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Japan,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.