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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.