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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Qualms,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.