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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.