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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.