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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
MC5,
The Techniques,
PIL,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Organ,
Index,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.