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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Swans,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.