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 Liberia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.