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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.