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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
10cc,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.