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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.