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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Swans,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.