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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Japan,
Jandek,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Technova,
Interpol,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.