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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.