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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.