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 Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.