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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Fear,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.