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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.