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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.