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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.