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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.