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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Index,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.