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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.