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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Crime to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.