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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.