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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Brick,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.