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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Names,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.