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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.