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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.