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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.