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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Liliput,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.