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 Spain 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.