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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.