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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.