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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.