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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Babytalk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.