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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Ronan,
Monks,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.