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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.