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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.