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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.