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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.