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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.