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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.