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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.