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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.