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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Ituana,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
UT,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.