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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.