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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.