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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.