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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Suicide to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Organ,
June Days,
Wire,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.