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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.