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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.