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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
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.