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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.