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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.