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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.