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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.