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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.