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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
10cc,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.