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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.