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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.