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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Smog,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.