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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.