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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.