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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.