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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.