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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.