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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.