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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Slackers 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.