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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.