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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.