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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.