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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.