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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.