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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Associates 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.