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 Turkey and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.