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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.