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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.