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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
New Order,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.