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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.