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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.