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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.