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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.