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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
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Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.