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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.