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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.