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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.