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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.