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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.