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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.