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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.