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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.