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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.