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 Laos 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.