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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.