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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
UT,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.