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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.