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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.