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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Pole,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
the Swans,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.