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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.