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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.