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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Monolake,
Index,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
The Martian,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.