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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Magma,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.