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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Clear Light to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.