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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Audionom,
cv313,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.