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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.