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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magma to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.