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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.