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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.