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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.