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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.