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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.