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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.