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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Franke,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.