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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Nico,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.