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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 rhodes and a 808 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.