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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.