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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Television,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.