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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mojo Men to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.