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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Roxette,
Josef K,
10cc,
AZ,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.