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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Index,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.