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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
JFA,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.