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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.