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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
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.