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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.