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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 spring reverb 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.