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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.