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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.