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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.