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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.