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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Faust,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
cv313,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.