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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.