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 Liberia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.