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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Symarip,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.