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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.