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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.