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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.