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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s 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 Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.