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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.