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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.