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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Magazine,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.