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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.