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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.