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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.