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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.