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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.