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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Infiniti 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.