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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.