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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.