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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.