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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.