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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Litter,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.