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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.