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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.