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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
the Normal,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.