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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Nas to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.