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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.