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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Doors,
PIL,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.