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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.