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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.