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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.