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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.