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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.