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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.