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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.