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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.