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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
JFA,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.