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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
UT,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.