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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.