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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.