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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
ABC,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.