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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.