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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Rosa Yemen 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
New Order,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.