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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.