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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.