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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Organ,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.