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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.