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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.