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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
MC5,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.