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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.