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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.