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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.