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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Nas,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.