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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.