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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.