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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.