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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Franke,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.