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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.