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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Can,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.