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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.