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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.