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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.