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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Slave,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.